Thursday, November 20, 2008

Thursday Poem - Praise Song

Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not
despair. Praise what little there's left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells, the architecture of trees. Praise the meadow
of dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer. Praise the blue sky
that hasn't cracked. Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass: Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple. Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it's all we have, and it's never enough.

Barbara Crooker, from Radiance

5 comments:

hele said...

Such incredible beauty. The photo and the poem.

Thank you.

Sky said...

"...praise our crazy fallen world; it's all we have..." amen

this is beautiful in every way. such a nice beginning to my day - my morning visit with you. :)

Endment said...

Thank you - you have put together music for my eyes as well as for my heart

Lisa said...

Beautiful! Thank you!

Cathy said...

Yes!